As I was reading this piece I felt as if I was reliving some memories with your words, the way we sometimes let go that part of us we are no longer (or even maybe never truly were) and accept what was always there instead.
How personal this one felt, and the way you described doing something complete there and not just being on the side, even had a few tears come out from me in the most beautiful way.
I’m touched that you were touched… and honestly, that’s what all of this is about, no? Trying to make sense of being human together for a minute. 💛
And it’s funny because memories are notoriously romanticized. I half expected returning to feel smaller somehow… but instead it validated how we felt the first time. Different, yes. Deeper maybe. But still true.
I have been feeling that human connection so wonderfully in here and I’ve been so grateful to connect with many people that have much to share . Life is so so beautiful and wonderful in so many ways indeed🥹
Thank you. I’ve been experimenting with different styles (Substack is essentially my Petrie dish for writing), and it’s helpful to know what lands with different audiences 💛
As I get older, I'm starting to enjoy visiting places I've been before. Collecting new experiences can't be endless, and I've come to value memories more and more... Is old age approaching? 😀
Probably 😂 It’s interesting going back because sometimes the place barely changes… but you do.
I used to go to Belize a lot in the early 2000s and it was bliss. But I was single then. Life felt wide open and undefined. Then I went back years later married, with my teen boys, and it was glorious in a completely different way. Same country. Different lenses.
I think revisiting places lets us quietly measure our own evolution a bit too. Which is either wisdom or old age approaching. Probably both.💛
As I was reading this piece I felt as if I was reliving some memories with your words, the way we sometimes let go that part of us we are no longer (or even maybe never truly were) and accept what was always there instead.
How personal this one felt, and the way you described doing something complete there and not just being on the side, even had a few tears come out from me in the most beautiful way.
I’m touched that you were touched… and honestly, that’s what all of this is about, no? Trying to make sense of being human together for a minute. 💛
And it’s funny because memories are notoriously romanticized. I half expected returning to feel smaller somehow… but instead it validated how we felt the first time. Different, yes. Deeper maybe. But still true.
Life is beautiful. Messy too. But beautiful.
I have been feeling that human connection so wonderfully in here and I’ve been so grateful to connect with many people that have much to share . Life is so so beautiful and wonderful in so many ways indeed🥹
I liked this post the most. Maybe because it was so personal.
Thank you. I’ve been experimenting with different styles (Substack is essentially my Petrie dish for writing), and it’s helpful to know what lands with different audiences 💛
As I get older, I'm starting to enjoy visiting places I've been before. Collecting new experiences can't be endless, and I've come to value memories more and more... Is old age approaching? 😀
Probably 😂 It’s interesting going back because sometimes the place barely changes… but you do.
I used to go to Belize a lot in the early 2000s and it was bliss. But I was single then. Life felt wide open and undefined. Then I went back years later married, with my teen boys, and it was glorious in a completely different way. Same country. Different lenses.
I think revisiting places lets us quietly measure our own evolution a bit too. Which is either wisdom or old age approaching. Probably both.💛
Most excellent-and so true. ♥️